Saturday Night
I don't miss the drink, as it was killing me. But I do miss Saturday nights. Going out and participating in life. The ritual of getting ready and waiting to see what was going to happen. You were always overcome with that wonderful feeling, that anything might happen. What sort of girl you might bump into, and what sort of croud you would get involved with, were all part of the magic. While you were getting ready, you felt nothing mattered, and every problem could be overcome. To that end, I... Sign in to see full entry.